A/N: Hey all! It has been forever! Long story short is that someone went into my office and stole my laptop from out of my bag, which was located underneath my desk. I lost absolutely everything, from my stories, to all my artwork, to my important data and research from my entire semester of national cross-institutional research that I had been doing about campus rape and sexual assault. This all happened on the last day of the last week of classes. I had to make a big presentation of my findings on that Monday, which gave me two days and some odd hours to work on that, create a new literature with all new materials, read the new materials (as well). This does not include my psychological developmental theory papers and finals. Graduate school is hard on its own, without someone jacking off my life source. It kind of blew my muse. However, here is this! And I am happy to say that it is longer than the most recent chapters have been, and I think that it is a pretty good one. I am not going to make any promises about updates, please don't constantly pester me.

With that being said, enjoy this. And also, I have been playing with a one-shot plot bunny in my head of Hermione/Morgan (obviously not attached to this story). What do you think?

"'Scuse me."

The team looked up to see Evan at the door. Hermione had woken up only this morning, and that allowed the team a little more breathing room.

"Evan." Gideon nodded.

The young man grinned nervously at them. "The Greeks were wondering how Professor Erman is doing."

Hotch gazed at him, "Tell the Greeks that she's doing fine. She'll make it."

A look crossed Evan's face; the team interpreted it as relief.

"And the guy?"

Morgan crossed his arms and shook his head, "gone. She didn't remember a thing from the attack."

"Check with the Greeks, see if anyone knows anything?" Hotch asked and Evan nodded briefly before leaving.

Spencer never left Hermione's side and this time was no exception. Her hand squeezed his when Evan showed up at the door and he smiled at her. It was nice to see such a reaction. She had suffered a stroke not long after the team had arrived at her room and they were delighted to see the recovery.

Both hands worked and it seemed as though the Hermione that he knew was in there.

The killings stopped for a month and the team was preparing to leave. Since the attack on Jane nothing had happened at all in the community and they could find nothing.

Hermione stepped out of her car with Spencer's hand guiding her. She was unsteady on her feet and her reflexes were not all too fantastic due to her stroke, however she was on the mend. The witch took that moment to smile up at her now constant companion.

They had spent most of the past month working through their issues. Spencer got her up the stairs and into the house using his key. She had told him about Ron and begun to heal. The FBI agents had already cleared the house, and had stationed an unmarked car outside filled with local PD. It was unlikely that the unsub would attack Hermione in her home, however they were taking no chances. It was an almost one hundred percent that he would come after her again, it was now only just a matter of time.

Time was something that the BAU didn't have. They were already clogged with cases and were now being pulled, something that they hadn't expected. Hermione was unsteady on her feet and tripped, Spencer caught her steadied her with a hand on her hip.

"Woah there, maybe you should have stayed in the hospital one more day."

Hermione shook her head forcefully causing another stumble. Spencer wisely sat her on her couch before darting to the kitchen to begin on tea. Placing a hand down on a rune carved into a stone coaster that had been placed on her counter. Her faucet sprang out with water falling forward and not down. It flew across the room and into her teakettle, which turned in on its own accord. Two mugs walked themselves out of the cupboard before sitting down onto the counter. A carrying tray wheeled itself out of its place from beside the microwave and the mugs placed themselves on the tray with a series of tea bags. The kettle screamed and lifted as though by hands to pour itself into the mugs.

Spencer could not contain the gleeful smile that now adorned his face. Hermione had set up a residual power system for simple things. It was set up in runes all over the house; the living room one was currently acting up, thus his necessary trip to the kitchen. Not that he complained, he got to watch the magic. Picking up the tray with a contented noise Spencer carried it into the living room and stopped short upon seeing Hermione asleep on the couch.

He doubted that he would be able to carry her; at best he would probably drop her. Instead Spencer set down the tray and pushed her plush center ottoman towards the couch to create a fuller surface before wrapping a couch blanket around the sleeping witch. He then took a book from his satchel, Hogwarts a History, and set to reading it with a nice cup of tea.

"I'd like to stay." Spencer was speaking to the team as they were packing up their office in the Multipurpose Room. "Until the case is finished." He amended in his scrupulously honest manner.

"Out of the question." Morgan started before Hotch interrupted him.

"Actually I think that it would be good if a member of this team stayed here."

"Then let it be me." Morgan's tone left little room for argument.

"No."

"Hotch."

"Morgan." Hotch placed a hand on Derek's shoulder. "I need Reid to stay here, just as I need you to come with me."

Morgan attempted to protest but another stern look from Hotch had him slamming down the box he was carrying before storming out.

Spencer gave Hotch a grateful look before grabbing his already packed boxes and moving to the police car that was parked in the MLK plaza waiting for them.

The others left via flight from Bangor International and Spencer moved from the hotel into Hermione's house, something that made them both frightfully nervous. The first night Spencer slept on the couch, this was a trend that followed until the fourth night at dinner.

Spencer slurped his noodles and put down the Chinese food box. He played with his chopsticks intensely before looking at his girlfriend. That seemed too juvenile, lover? They had not yet become intimate. Special friend? Now he sounded like someone hiding his gay lover. In the end he settled upon just referring to her as 'Mine'. Until they moved in one direction or the other, it seemed to be the best course of action.

He cleared his throat and Hermione looked up from her Yaki-Udon. They had ordered from Green Tea, as it was her favourite restaurant and she had noticed little else in her food-elicited pleasure.

"I'm sleeping with you tonight."

Hermione mouth popped open slightly in a very attractive, if comical, expression. It worked soundlessly a few times before the orifice actually worked.

"Okay."

It was quiet and timid. They hadn't tried being intimate and had worked their relationship back down to the bare bones. Hermione had taken the month and few days to begin healing. Spencer, being well, Spencer was a complete help. Despite being relatively unknown in the world of dating, his knowledge in psychology made him very understanding. That, and Hermione mused, the fact that he was a complete sweet heart.

The rest of supper was quiet, each person focusing on his or her own thoughts. Spencer complemented himself on his bold step. He was nervous. He didn't think anything would happen, health wise it was just not safe yet. The stroke had left her with nerve pain and weakness on the left side of her body. It would be foolish of them to try anything sexual. He knew all of this and yet nothing could stop the harsh beating of his heart as it strained forcefully in his chest.

Two hours later saw them curled up in bed. Hermione laid with her head and body tucked ever so lightly across Spencer's body. What they thought was going to be an awkward moment had turned out to be a relief. It was as though their bodies were made for one another a perfect match. Hermione smiled at the thought. She had yet to tell Spencer about the idea of him being her perfect match. She would, eventually, but right now with the case and herself being so unpredictable, she didn't want to risk hurting him.

She doubted that she would ever let the killer have a jump on her like that again. A frown marred her features and she unconsciously snuggled further into her lovers' embrace. Her memory and recall, damaged first from coming back to life, and then secondly from the stroke had left her with nearly no recognition of the attack. The only thing that she remembered about the whole thing was that she was incredibly comfortable and friendly with this student. That pained her even further; this meant that it was a friend, or at least someone that she trusted.

A hand gliding through her hair halted that train of thought and she found that Spencer had been talking to her. "When you were attacked, I was so scared." This was a new story for her. Yes, they had talked about her being attacked; it needed to be in the case file. This story and his pain, which was raw and evident in his voice, made Hermione's heart ache.

"I thought that I would never see you again, that you'd've died and we would never make up from our fighting. I was so angry. I was so lost. Had you succumbed to your injuries." Spencer paused, "had you died." He shuddered, "I don't know what I would have done. You've already become such a part of me."

Hermione turned her head up to look at him, the awkward angle made her neck ache but, in her opinion, it was worth it. "I'm too stubborn to die." She said, and caressed his fingers with hers. "At least, not completely." She paused. "Spencer, I did die, out there in the snow." Spencer tensed and she gripped his hands with hers. "I died and came back to life, not in a Jesus Christ, Biblical, kind of way, but in a best-friend-sticks-a-powerful-magical-artifact-in- your-pocket kind of way."

"Explain?" Spencer whispered ever so slightly, any louder and he feared that he was vomit from anxiety.

"The person." Hermione's memory played it out hazily, what he was wearing, that the man was light skinned and slight, brown hair, "he killed me. I was dead Spencer. Harry had given me an artifact, the resurrection stone. Well, really, he hid it in the jacket of my coat, but still. When I died, it brought me back to life. It wouldn't have worked if I was all-dead, but there was still some life left in my body. I remember being given a choice. I came back to you. Fight or no fight."

Spencer pushed her off of him gently before using his arm to take his weight and hover over her. With all the grace and ease he could muster, Spencer placed a kiss down onto Hermione's lips. A fire ignited in both of them and Spencer sighed most heartedly before placing his forehead against hers. "I hope that this is not too bold of me to say." He paused trying to find the words, "but I cannot wait until you are better," he gripped her hips firmly, but not hurtfully so, in his hands, "and I can have you, all of you. I want to be with you," he blushed rather prettily, "I want to be in you, on you, I want to make you feel beautiful."

Hermione's fire ignited even higher and her breath stilled for a moment. Yes, what he was saying was bold, however. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her right now. Alas, it was not the time, and she was not well enough. It would have to wait.

"It is not too bold." She whispered, though her voice trembled with barely controlled want.

Spencer groaned, hearing the need in her voice. "Another time." The breathy statement sent shivers down Hermione's spine.

"You have no idea."

They rolled over now and held one another, though Spencer could not stop the hand the slid up her shirt to cup a breast, not sexually, just wanting to hold her, possess her, have her his. Hermione's hand, he found, had made its way into his sleeping shorts and rested quite comfortably over his upper inner thigh and his manhood area. Their time would come, but for now, it was time to sleep and time to regain strength. Once this was over, once the bad guy had been caught, then they would finally be able to possess and have one another in ways that had only lived in their imagination. They would win.

I hope that you enjoyed this latest installment! It is not the longest, or the most plot filled, however it definitely gets us going to where we need to be. I'm thinking that this will end at chapter 15, with this being chapter 11. Oh, and yay! We broke 100 reviews, and so many followers! Keep those reviews coming!

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